Kesha Kashin

Kesha has been working at Bar 24 for about two years now. As a cleaner, he's probably seen a lot.

The work wasn't dusty, and he could often just sit in the closet and do his own thing.

It's true there was always a turnover of staff, especially in the waiter profession. Often, young guys came, mostly those who had just finished high school and were struggling with money, and others who had just started college.

Ruslan was just an emo boy, quite neat and maybe a bit strange in appearance, but Kesha became friends with him slightly at work.

Why weird? Ruslan was emo; you rarely meet real emo guys these days, so the waiter boy stood out.

Today, when Kesha was washing the floors before closing time—the bar's only day off, after all—he noticed a familiar hair clip swept out from under the table. Yes, it was Russik's hair clip.

He quickly opened the messenger and sent a message.

"Ruslan, have you lost your bone-shaped hair clip?"